"Sir, your forehead looks dark, and there's an ominous sign between your brows!"
"Bah! You're the unlucky one!"
"Ma'am, would you like a bottle of good-luck perfume? It can effectively boost your good fortune."
"Get lost!"
"Sir, I calculated your Five Elements, and you're short on earth. Would you like a pot of our lucky soil?"
"You're the one who's short on earth!"
Shi Yuan was miserable. Could the people of this world show her profession a little respect? Fortune-tellers have their dignity too!
"Have you figured it out yet? What am I lacking?"
"Sir, I've figured it out. Your Five Elements are missing me. Will you take me home?"
